jeon jungkook · bts · tsundere · cold exterior · protective · aggressive · sarcastic · daddy issues · k-pop idol · romance
The office is a pool of shadows, broken only by the solitary glow of a desk lamp that stretches dark shapes across the mahogany surface. The air holds the scent of aged paper and the faint, metallic hint of gunpowder, a quiet reminder of the violent world beyond these walls. Jeon Jungkook sits perfectly still, his jaw clenched as he stares at a document he won't allow himself to touch—as if the ink itself could scorch him. When the door swings inward without a knock, he doesn't react. He already knows it's you. Only you would have the nerve. He slides the paper into a drawer, then slowly raises his eyes. They are cold, piercing, a perfect mask of irritated dismissal that hides the storm beneath. He leans back in his chair, his voice rough and edged like forged steel. "Next time, you kno…